Ebony Whore

No matter how far I ran, no matter how deep I hid, I knew one truth… He would always find me. Knock. Knock. I jolted up from my sitting position, with my heart hammering in my chest. Just as I was saying... He had found me. But by the time he broke down the rickety door, I was already standing and facing him with a knife to my wrist. I'd rather die than return home with him as his mate. *** Eve thought she and her mother had successfully escaped her abusive father by getting married to the former Alpha of a pack far away from where they lived. But all her hopes were cut short the moment she realized her new stepbrother, Alpha Saint, who was also the current Alpha of her new pack, was the same man she had a one-night stand with eight months ago, along with his best friend, Beta Kyrie. And on that fateful night, she had stolen very valuable items from these men. Hated and controlled by her stepbrother, Saint, who saw her as nothing but a thieving whore, Eve decided to find solace in Kyrie, who was already falling madly in love with her. But Saint would rather fight his best friend to the death than let him anywhere close to the woman he was secretly obsessed with from the day he set eyes on her – Eve. All hell was let loose when Eve turned twenty-one and found out that not only was she mated to the man she loved and desired – Kyrie. She was also mated to her overly possessive stepbrother, whom she dreaded with her life. *** TRIGGER WARNING! This is a dark romance novel, which might contain some unsettling themes rated 18+. It is everything dark and forbidden. Please, be guided.

️ Warning: This isn't a love story. This is sin. This is a game of betrayal, lust, obsession, possession, and fate wrapped in slick heat and dangerous hands. This book will leave you wet, aching, and rubbing your thighs while trying not to scream. You’ll hate yourself for loving it—and love yourself for coming back for more. If you're looking for gentle kisses and soft-spoken heroes, stop now. These men don’t stop when she cries. They don’t back down when she begs. And she doesn’t want them to. She wants them to ruin her. She wants to be dripping with the cum of one while the other slam inside her. She wants one claiming her left nipples while the other is by the right. Zevara isn't the most beautiful girl in the kingdom—but her body is fire, and her scent is a curse wrapped in temptation. The kind that drives even the strongest Alphas insane. All her life, she was told she’d be nothing but the Pack’s whore, just like her mother. She escapes to Eclipse Moon College, desperate for a new life, a future untouched by lust and shame. But when her scent hits the palace halls, all hell breaks loose. An ice-hockey prince. His powerful, dominant Alpha father. Two men, both cursed with longing. Both ready to go to war for her body. For her heat that captivates, corrupts and intoxicates. Zevara tries to fight her fate.… until she realizes she doesn’t want to. Now, she wants to be hunted. She wants to be the prize. She wants them to breed her... and break her. If you’re looking for gentle love, soft kisses, and easy happily-ever-afters—walk away. This is obsession. This is war. This is Breed Me, Break Me, Alphas.

"I know your family, Anna Kylin!" He spat out my surname like it was hot potatoes. "And you have a lot of guts coming here." He turned away and spoke to two men whom I had not noticed. "Take her to the dungeons. I will extract whatever information I can from her and dump her back in the river where she will be sent to her family. It should be a lesson to them never to send a spy to my pack." ~~~~~~~~~~ Anna Kylin was shocked when she found out she was pregnant. But from previous tests, Her chosen mate and husband, Alpha Rick, was known to be impotent. After accusing her of being a cheating whore, he finds his fated mate and proceeds to toss Anna aside. Despaired and broken, Anna breaks all bonds and leaves the pack. She stumbles into the territory of her family's archrival and into the hands of the bloodthirsty ruthless lycan king. Mitch Chester, ruthless Lycan King, is often rumored to be 100% beast and 0% human. He bears a generational grudge against anyone from the inland packs, especially the pack that was led by the Kylins. So he was pleasured when the first daughter of his enemy fell into his pack, but there is something about Anna that makes his beast purr like a housecat. What will happen in this entwining loop of fate and love? What will happen when Mitch finds out that Anna was his fated mate all along but she carries the child of another man? When a dreadful plague sweeps through the packs, killing people, but there is only one person with the brains to cure the illness, and when Anna's ex-husband needs her help but instead meets two children that are his striking resemblance, how would he react?

⚠️ Mature Content Warning: This novel contains adult themes, explicit romance, violence, and emotionally intense situations. Reader discretion is advised. ————————————————————— “I expect loyalty, Margot. We marry in four days and you’re getting calls like that? What the fuck have you been doing?” My voice isn’t calmed down enough but I restrain myself from punching a wall. I wasn’t young and stupid but these rash reactions were making it seem as though I was. Tears welled in her eyes and I silently cursed myself. My bride. Just days before our wedding, I am screaming at her. Is this a product of the Binding? Making me a control freak? I came to her room for alone time with her, not to fight with her. I think she is going to give a meek answer to my question but instead she wipes her tears with the back of her hand and glares at me. “So you can fuck and feed from a Registry whore an hour before we go to the Binding ceremony, but I am expected to be loyal to you? You saw me watch that night. Did I yell at you?” —————————————————————— Every 25 years, a human from one of the five elite dynasties must marry into one of the five vampire houses to keep the peace of the Accord, a treaty between the ten families. Now it’s Margot’s turn to marry except she’s taking her dead sister’s place to marry the King of all vampires. Preserving the peace and producing a Crimsonborn is her duty, but she was groomed for society, not submission. Her immortal husband to be is not only the vampire king, Nathaniel Blackwell, but a calculating man who doesn’t want or need a wife. Or so he claims.

"I love you, Luke?" "Hindi niyo alam ang sinabi niyo, ma'am!" "I'm old enough to know what I'm doing," gusto niyang isigaw iyon. "Why don't you want to believe?" Zarah Buenaflor ang dating anak-mayaman na walang ibang alam kundi ang mahalin ang kanilang hardinerong si Luke. That was six years ago. Noong langit at lupa pa ang pagitan nila. Ngunit sadyang bilog ang mundo at umiikot ang gulong ng kanilang kapalaran. Luke Guevarra was once a gardener who became to be a billionaire. Regardless of his wealth, he was inherently arrogant. "What have you done to your life, Zarah? You're playing the role of a whore!" asik ni Luke. "Wala kang pakialam!" "Pang-ilan na ba ako sa pinagregaluhan sa'yo?" "Hindi ko na mabilang!" Ang kauna- unahan nilang tagpo pagkatapos ng mahabang panahon. Ngunit bakit tila hanggang ngayon ay naroon parin ang familiar na tibok ng kanyang puso? Hindi pa ba sapat ang katagalang iyon upang tuluyan na itong mawalay sa kanyang sistema? Paano kung sa isang araw ay bibilhin siya nito sa isang napakalaking halaga? Papayag ba siya o tuluyan niya na itong iwasan at kalimutan? At paano niya ipaglaban ang sarili kung gayong nakatatak na sa isip nito, na siya ay isang mababang uri na babae? Tunghayan ang masalimuot na kuwento sa buhay nina Luke and Zarah. How their lives being twisted in a cruel twist of fate.

BOOK ONE: MAD KINGS OF LONDON SERIES BLURB: He shoved his hips upwards, mercilessly thrusting the full length of his thick cock down my eager, hungry throat. “You owe me a debt that money alone will never repay. And you will stay on your knees until every single penny is accounted for…” *** “Daughter of a whore…!” “Descendant of a prostitute…!!” “Product of a broken home…!!!” Being known as a sex worker’s daughter in their small town of Romford was already too difficult, but when her mother is hired as a housekeeper by one of London’s wealthiest families, fate thrusts Loriah into the arms of a man she should never want. Zakari Von Hale. Heir to the Von Hale Biotech Empire. Cold, beautiful, untouchable, with brains that experts at NASA would beg to pick. Zakari’s hate for her is immediate, but it turns into something dangerous when his father kicks his sick mother out of their home and remarries Loriah’s mother. Zakari and Loriah become step-siblings overnight. And she becomes his favourite target. He humiliates her in school. He destroys her reputation. He watches patiently while she breaks… but he still isn’t satisfied. When a scandal explodes that tears her world apart, Loriah vanishes from London. Three years later, she re-emerges, stronger, bolder and wiser. But in a desperate attempt to save her sick sister, she makes a dangerous mistake. She steals from her own arch enemy. Now, Loriah has a score to settle with the mad king of London. And Zakari Von Hale hates debtors… *** In a city where he ruled with an iron fist, she’s the only one who could bring him to his knees.

His eyes darkened as he leaned closer, placing a finger on my mouth. “Uh-uh, what did I say you call me when we're alone?” My body tingled with heat. “Daddy?” “Urgh…” A guttural groan tore from his chest. “Yes, baby?” My mind spaced for a second and Andre took advantage of that, tucking his hands under my legs and carrying me bridal style. “Andre, what are you doing?!” I shriek, dangling my legs in the air. “Finishing what we started, baby.” he chuckled, heading straight for the front door. I shook my head in bemusement. His daughter just found out about us and his brain goes straight to sex? Men… I wasn't any better though as I just waited for him to cross that threshold and pounce on me, instead of dissuading him. He strode over to the loveseat couch, sliding me down his body before pushing me back to the couch. Propped up on my elbows, I looked up at him with hooded eyes, only for the the door knob to flip. My eyes widened and instantly, I jerked up to my feet, coming to stand behind Andre. I had no idea who it was as Claire would have just barged right in. The door opening seemed to take several minutes but in reality, it was only seconds. It swung inwards to reveal Leila, the last person I was expecting to see. She took one look at us and wasn't in the least bit surprised. “So it's true?” Those cold grey eyes moved over to me. “You're the whore that's fucking my husband?”

“Amara Cross, are you trying to drive me insane? I agree to go to a club and find you swaying like a pro whore, throwing your ass at hungry eyes, and you are proud of it too.” His grip crushed my arms, sharp and painful. My hand slipped between my thighs, pressing hard, pain mixing with heat, and he did not notice. But when he saw my bloodshot eyes, he let out a hot, frustrated breath. “Amara, are you drunk?” I nodded, confused. Tears spilled like a flood, driven by that brutal pulse burning deep inside me. “Dean Dorian, I am very drunk.” His eyes widened. Then they darkened even more. “What nonsense are you saying, little girl? What did you take to end up like this?” I was shaking. A soft moan escaped me as my fingers pressed harder. I could not hold it in anymore. I covered my mouth, then dropped my hand, speaking to him in miserable pleasure. “Dean Dorian, touch me.” I whispered it, begging. His eyes, drowned in darkness, searched my face like a man looking for salvation. Everything stopped when his hand settled on the back of my head. He leaned in and crushed his mouth against mine, hungry and savage. ------------------- Amara Cross did not enter university looking for love. She entered to survive. A quiet scholarship student with no one behind her, carrying a fragile past, dreaming of one thing only. Safety. But on a dark night, on a road with no mercy, a man saves her. A man who was never supposed to be part of her life. Dorian Vale. The university dean. Powerful. Cold. Controlling. Dangerous. What starts as silent rescue turns into attention. Then protection. Then obsession with no rules. He knows everything. Watches her. Decides for her.

"You stupid whore," Jasper snarls, fingers bruising my arms as he shakes me like trash. "Name the bastard who touched what's mine or I'll carve that filthy seed from your womb and make you watch it die." ---- One reckless night of freedom. A shadowed stranger's fangs at my throat and his thick cock splitting me open while he growls filthy promises: “Cum on this cock, you lying little virgin bitch. Squeeze me like the greedy cumdump you’ve always been. I’m gonna flood your womb so deep you’ll carry my seed while you swear forever to another man.” ---- And my perfect mafia wedding shatters at the altar. I collapse and wake up pregnant. Shame ignites bloodlust. Families roar “puttana sporca,” “troia incinta,” knives flashing, abortion demanded. My body becomes a battlefield.. flesh to gut, erase, and own. When all hope seemed lost, the door crashes open and the room freezes. Jasper drops to a bow, whispering, “Father.” The monster strides in: Dax Blackthorne, untouchable werewolf alpha, empire-killer. He squats beside me, inhales my scent, voice low and lethal and ask, “Why do I smell my pup in you?” I stare from the stranger… to my husband bowing low… and horror slams home. I’m carrying my father-in-law’s child. One drunken, savage knot had produced an impossible heir. In a blood-soaked empire of werewolf dominance, mafia wars, and taboo claims, a fragile human girl must harden into venom or be devoured by the men who believe her womb, her body, and her fate already belong to them. One filthy mistake. One forbidden pup. And now everything burns.

"You whore!" A masculine voice. "You philanderer!" A feminine voice. "I'll kill you in this house!" He bellowed as he charged straight to the woman and started beating her up. The little boy stood at the door and watched his parents go about their daily routine, tears spilled from his eyes. He stood in the shadows, just watching and crying. If he speaks out loud, they'll remember him and his father will beat him also. No one remembers him. Not unless they want to beat him too. Then he saw the blow, heard the awful sound. The blow that made a difference. The blow that made that day stand out from every other day. His mom stopped screaming, she laid there on the floor, staring into nothingness. Dead. "Gia." His dad paused mid-beating. No answer. "Gianna!" He patted her white arms turned red from being beaten. Terror filled the little boy's system, a sound escaped his mouth, drawing the man's attention. "Oops. I've forgotten about you." He said to the little boy. "Mom's dead..." The little boy said in a tiny voice. The man looked down at the lifeless white woman, "Seems like it." He looked at the boy with an eye filled with menace. "You'll pretend you didn't see a thing. You'll......" The siren rang outside. The police had arrived. A neighbour had alerted them when he heard the noise. He watched as the policemen pointed their guns at his father. He watched as they took his father away. He remained hidden, his blue eyes returning to the woman who laid on the floor, with eyes as blue as his. She was staring right at him. Finally, she sees him. Only in death, did she really see him. Something died in that little boy that day. Replaced with bitterness.